V. SCHAAF

“I heard a Fly buzz”

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It turns out that, in life, improvisation isn't within genre but induces genre as a conventional resting place for use when making it all up gets too tough, too exhausting. What happens in sex, therefore, is not just a figure for the social at its best and worst extremes, but a training in how simply hard it is to be in the room with another person, even someone you want there: because it is hard to show up fully to sociality in general, and once there, to maintain an openness toward the objects about which one feels aggressive, has variable confidence, few skills, and little trust that the world will be patient for your self-inconstancy. It is toward building skills for recognizing, explaining, and finding temporary housing for the discomfort of these inconvenient genres of the intimate that this […] is written.